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  I ordered all of the flowers, greens and supplies and had them shipped to arrive at Kristin’s house.   Late in the afternoon on the day before we were to arrive I received a panicked phone call from Kristin.  “I think something is wrong with your flower orders”.  I was concerned, “What’s wrong”. “We have 22 boxes weighing over 800 pounds sitting in our garage.  I think that you have been double, or maybe triple shipped” said Kristin.  “No, that sounds about right” I replied.  “You’re kidding” said Kristin.  “Just make sure to keep everything cool until we get there” I said.  “You’re kidding” said Kristin.  “Oh, and you should receive two more boxes tomorrow”. “You’re kidding” was all that Kristin could say. 

We flew to Indianapolis and rented a truck.  The three hour drive to Floyds Knobs, Indiana was uneventful except for that brief stop in Columbus.  While in flight we remembered that we had forgotten our French press coffee maker.  “No problem” we thought, “we’ll just buy one when we get there.”  The female sales clerk at the housewares store was very young and very pretty.  “May I help you” she said sweetly to David.  “I need a French press” he replied in his usual brusque manner.  The poor sales clerk, she looked briefly confused, then frightened, then embarrassed.  She turned bright red.  I don’t know what she thought a French press was, but I’m sure that her “French press” had nothing to do with coffee.  The poor girl glanced at me with wide eyes then back to David.  “Sir,” she stammered, I don’t think that we have those here”.  Then she ran, actually ran away.  The funniest part was that David didn’t comprehend what had just happened.  He just stood there staring blankly at the escaping sales clerk wondering why I was laughing hysterically.  We never did find a French press in Indiana.

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